The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

Believe In Love's Infinite Journey, For It Is Your Own, For You Are Love. Love Is Life

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled.